Friday, March 27, 2009

Are you enjoying getting ready for Young Authors' Day? Miss R. has told me about it in years past and it seems like sooooo much fun, especially the BBQ.....mmmmm BBQ. What ideas do you have for stories?

I'm thinking of writing my own Young Authors' Day story, I think, perhaps, a fable. Of course, I'll need to think of a moral first. I'm tossing around some different ideas in my furry, little brain, but I'm thinking, Bigger is better! Heee hee hee. That's me all over. I'm definitely bigger which makes me, I like to think, a bit better because, hey, there's more of me to love. Now to think of a problem and a solution to support my moral. Hmmmm. This is harder than I thought. I need to take a break from all this hard thinking and writing and maybe eat a donut. Mmmmmm donuts.

Friday, March 20, 2009

I see by the calendar that today is officially the first day of spring. I wish someone would tell the weatherman that, because it still kind of looks like winter to me. If I had to pick a second favorite season of the year, I think I would pick spring because summer is my favorite season. Still, spring is rather wonderful in its own way. From my spot on the deck and I can usually see all the baby ducklings swimming in the lake. They're so adorable! Sometimes, if it's warm enough, I can even see the turtles sunning themselves on the rocks in the lake. I like turtles. They understand the beauty of a nap in the sun. What season do you like best? Why?

Monday, March 16, 2009

Bob and I were sitting out on our decks this morning hoping for a little sun. Kitty, Bob's Valentine's Day "gift" from his owner, was no where to be seen. She refuses to come outside if even a single cloud dots the sky. "I don't want to get my fur wet," she whines. That's just as well. I've been a little embarrassed about running into her ever since I gave her that Valentine's Day poem last month. I'm not sure she liked it as much as I thought she would.

"Bob," I began. "I was pawing through Miss Rotz's shopping bags the other day and saw she bought a green T-Shirt. I wondered if maybe it was for me because she doesn't usually wear THAT shade of green."

"First of all, you shouldn't be pawing through your human's things, Oliver. It gives us felines a bad name," Bob warned. He's always telling me what I should or shouldn't be doing. I needed to change the subject fast.

Oh bother! Why did I even ask? I could tell Bob was getting ready for one of his really long lectures so I just tuned him out and watched a butterfly twitter about on my deck. I briefly entertained the idea of chasing the butterfly, but realized it would take way too much energy. I returned my thoughts to Bob who was muttering something about a voyage to Ireland. Hmmm. I thought maybe I should at least try to pay attention to what Bob was saying about St. Patrick, but decided to watch the jet skiers on the lake instead. It seemed kind of cold to be out on the lake today but.....

"ARE YOU EVEN LISTENING TO A WORD I'M SAYING," shouted Bob. Yikes! He caught me.

"Yes, of course," I lied. "You were talking about....oooh, Miss Rotz is home. I better see if she brought anything good to eat. Later, Bob!"

"I'm on to you!" sreamed Bob from his deck as I tried to squeeze my way through the cat door on my deck. So much for a quick getaway. "Next time we meet I'll be expecting you to tell me five things you remember from my well-researched lecture on St. Patrick. Five things. You hear me, Oliver?!?!"

"Five things," I gasped as I at last heaved myself through the cat flap. Honestly, I do believe that thing is shrinking in size!

But, oh man, I'm in trouble now. I wasn't paying any attention to Bob at all. That's why I'm posting this today, kids. I need you to do some research and find out some facts about St. Patrick so I have something to share with Bob. Do any of you out there know anything at all about the St. Patrick or the holiday or anything? Help me! I need some answers quick or Bob is going to be lecturing me all over again about the importance of staying focused and paying attention and.....ooh look...another pretty butterfly.....